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Helen
Poems
Mar 2017
Poetry is like Crack to a Recovering Addict
Months of sweating
vetting every word written
Shivering over all
that remained hidden
Rocking back and forth
Recognising the demons scream
Asking to be fed more
Inside of empty dreams
Then the words, they spill
from cracked and broken lips
bleeding onto tissue paper
inking stains of fatal trips
Then comes the rush
a verbiage of torrential pain
Crouching on a backlit screen
pockmarked with finger stains
The first spike of adrenaline
fizzes inside a broken mind
The churning end to a journey
that has completely left you blind
Collapsing in upon itself
is the high that's found a low
and when the reader is gone
You wonder where you'll go?
Perhaps you'll find a new pusher
Someone else to feed your pain
Someone that will dig that needle
deep
even deeper into the vein
Written by
Helen
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